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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Bro/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, Bro_(Homestuck)
  Additional Tags:
      Stridercest_-_Freeform, Sex_Toys, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Bondage, First
      Time, Sibling_Incest
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-02-06 Completed: 2012-02-08 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 6301
****** Felix Partz ******
by UkiTheMaid
Summary
     Three-part fic. Dave finds a box on his brother’s room he had
     never seen before. Awkward times ensue and Dave kind of sort of says
     more than he should, and that produces some rather unexpected
     reactions, both from him and his brother.
Notes
     Dear God, am I nervous about this. This is, hm, an attempt at smut, I
     suppose. This first part and second part are mostly exposition and
     plot development. Because I didn't want to just throw plotless smut
     at you guys.
     Title for this fic came from a Peaches song (which highly influenced
     the writting of this whole thing).
***** Part 1 *****
For Dave, going to look for things in his brother’s room always ended up, in a
sense, with something awkward happening. Sometimes, he had no idea how his
brother’s mind worked. And something told him he didn’t really want to find
out.
One day, he went there to look for something rather silly: he needed a cable to
connect a new gadget to his computer, and he knew his brother had plenty of
those lying around that he didn’t use. He sure wouldn’t mind if took one. And
even if he did, he would have to deal with it.
Now, he had been to his brother’s room many times, and was starting to get used
to all the things there and, hell, he was even starting to memorize what he had
there and where things were. Looking for stuff in that room was far from being
a hard task.
As soon as Dave entered the room, his eyes instantly fell on the corner where
the cables he needed were lying. Planning to not stay there for too long, he
went to grab one of the rather colorful cables sitting in a box on one of the
shelves.
When he turned to leave, something grabbed his attention by the corner of his
eye.
There, right next to the couch, there was a cardboard box he never saw before.
Now, sometimes, it was hard for Dave to resist the temptation to take a peek at
people’s stuff. Why, a little bit of curiosity never hurt anyone. But his
brother’s stuff seemed a little bit ‘off limits’. Still, that box, right there,
in the open, seemed like an invitation for him to open it and rummage through
its contents, even if a side of him kind of expected that box to explode with
plush rumps the moment he opened it. Things like that happened way too often in
that household.
Even with that thought in mind, Dave succumbed to his innate curiosity. He
could brush off some strangely inadequate plushies if he needed to.
Carefully opening one of the flaps, he was surprised it wasn’t rigged to
‘explode’ at the first touch. Probably, it was safe to open, without colorful
rumps jumping at him.
The other three flaps were opened a lot quicker, and when Dave looked inside
the box, the only thing he could do, for many seconds, was to stare from behind
his shades and tilt his head to the side. He was definitely confused, and,
well, that was quite the feat after so many strange things he saw in that room.
Inside that unlabelled, rather plain cardboard box, there was a multitude of
things of highly dubious nature. Black neoprene handcuffs, plenty of rope, a
ball gag – strangely enough, one where the ball was replaced by a large
jawbreaker – a blindfold, a riding crop… OK, he seriously saw enough.
Dropping the cable he had in his hand on the floor, Dave gave a step back, eye
twitching. That was seriously weird, even for his rather unusual brother. Just
when Dave thought puppet butts were the only thing somewhat dysfunctional about
him. And those things were only the ones he saw by taking a quick look inside
the box. He didn’t even have to move things around. And honestly he didn’t want
to touch those things.
OK, maybe just a little. That box was like a perfectly tragic train wreck. One
that left women widowed and kids without parents. One where the train was
smashed beyond recognition and they couldn’t even retrieve the bodies from the
twisted metal. It was that bad and appealing, at the same time.
A second look couldn’t really make things worse. Or more uncomfortable.
Dave approached the box again, crouching next to it. Everything was so
ridiculously organized inside that box. Maybe it wasn’t wise to touch anything
there. Heck, now that he thought about it, those stupid cameras scattered
around his brother’s room probably caught him looking inside that box. Now it
was a little bit too late to regret that though. The damage was done.
And since that was the case…
Picking up the cuffs rather awkwardly, he looked at them for a while. Dave was
honestly trying to figure out just how his brother used those things. He never
ever brought anyone home for whatever. Was him trying to be ironic in a creepy
way, again? If that was the case, well, damn, he was doing a rather impeccable
job. Dave certainly would think thrice before walking inside that den of
insanity his brother called bedroom.
Still, those things had a certain strange appeal to them. It was strange
admitting it, even to himself, but it was somewhat riveting to be so close to
such things. Dave blamed it on his rampant hormones, mostly.
He was also blaming the exact same hormones for the mental imagery popping up
on his head. If his brother never brought anyone home to actually make use of
those objects, then the next logical conclusion was that he was using those
things on himself. Dave wasn’t sure if imagining such a thing was a good or a
bad thing.
Shaking his head, Dave just put the pair of cuffs inside the box and closed it,
picking up the cable he dropped from the floor and getting out of the room on
the double. His mind was starting to go places and he sure as hell wanted to
cut those short.
The rest of the week was as uneventful as it could be. Well, sure Dave had to
deal with those puppets constantly creeping the hell out of him, and his
brother challenging him to fights, and other unusual things. But those were all
things he was used to, so it wasn’t such a big deal. Still, the image of that
box remained on his subconscious, and it constantly resurfaced to remind him of
the image he built on his mind. And every time he had to interact with his
brother, it was incredibly awkward on his end.
Almost a week later, Dave was sitting at the table, having dinner with his
brother. Or trying to have dinner at least. He wasn’t really eating anything.
He would just toy with the pasta on his plate, using his fork, while darting
quick glances at his brother on the other side of the table. Dave was sure that
his brother was aware of the fact that he looked at that box. Why he didn’t say
anything? Did he really didn’t bother? Was he really that ‘OK’ with his younger
brother being exposed to such perversion?
The thing was that, Bro was honestly unaware of whatever was going on inside
his younger brother’s mind. The day Dave visited his room was one of the rare
days all those cameras were turned off solely for the reason to save their
batteries. What he did notice was that the teen was acting in a rather strange
way the past days, and him not eating was pretty much the ‘green light’ he
needed to talk about that.
“Hey, why aren’t you eating? It’s going to get cold.”
“… It’s nothing.” Dave looked down to his plate, his fingers unconsciously
gripping on the fork.
“There is something pretty big going on here, I can say that much. You’ve been
disturbingly strange these past days.” Bro tilted his head to the side, kind of
knowing it would take forever for Dave to say just what the hell was bothering
him.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Dave turned his fork around, swirling the
pasta with it, but not really intending to eat it.
“Would you fucking cut it and just say it already? You put up with a lot of
shit from my end. I think I can handle one or two issues from you.” Bro rolled
his eyes. He knew all too well his brother was young, but he was being terribly
childish, considering how he usually behaved.
“You want me to say it? Well, fuck, I’ll say it then. I just found your ‘magic
box of perversion’ a week ago. How can you keep that fucking thing out in the
open like that so anyone can step inside your fucking room and bask under its
vileness? No, you know what, forget it. I don’t want to hear anything about
that stupid box. It’s bad enough that I can’t forget what was in that.” Dave
crossed his arms and looked down to his own lap.
Bro just stared at him with wide eyes, lips partially open as if he was about
to say something, but nothing came out of his lips. And when a really long
period of silence passed, Dave looked up again. He was expecting his brother to
say something, but by looking at his shocked face, well, it was obvious that he
just assumed the wrong things.
“… I… I thought you knew about this!” Was the first thing Dave could say, to
break that silence.
“Wait, how would I know this shit? I don’t have you under surveillance 24/7!”
“Are you kidding? That bedroom of yours is riddled with cameras in every
fucking corner. I don’t even know how you can sleep in that place!”
“Well, than I’m sorry that you couldn’t hold down your impulses of snooping
around my room and rummage through my stuff.”
Dave went dead quiet for a moment. His brother did have a point. He was so
worried about his own ‘issues’ with seeing that box that he kind of forgot that
he actually had no businesses digging through his crap. And he really couldn't
use the excuse of his brother leaving it ‘in the open’ because, hell, it was a
closed box. If he had just a little bit of self-control, that could be avoided.
“Anh, hm… Well, I guess I’m sorry for invading your privacy and whatnot.” Dave
couldn’t even come up with something clever to say as comeback to that. He kept
mindlessly digging through his pasta, unsure of what to say next. Well, since
everything was already on the table, no pun intended, there was something else
he was curious about, so might as well ask about that. “Say… Do you, like, use
those things on yourself? I mean, it’s not like you are throwing orgies and
having people in your room all the time.” He kept looking away. His curiosity
was only bigger than his embarrassment by making such a question.
Another awkward silence followed his question and, well, he couldn’t really
blame his older brother for not wanting to answer that. It was his personal
life after all.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have as-“
“Not really. I mean… There isn’t much of a point using those things when alone.
Not to mention is a little bit impossible for anyone to set them up by
themselves.” Bro shrugged, eyes drifting to somewhere in the room. “I bought
most of those things on a whim, and then didn’t know how or with who the hell I
was going to use them. That’s why just kind of threw those in a box and forgot
about them.”
“… Well, since we are confessing shit like that, I… Kind of think you would
look good with that stuff. I mean, I know this sounds really weird coming from
me… Look, forget I said that.” Dave let go off his fork and quickly got up from
his chair, leaving the kitchen in a rush, regretting every single word he said
at the table. In the blink of an eye, he was already inside his room, door
locked as he leaned against it.
Real fucking smooth there… Dave thought to himself, back sliding against the
wooden surface until he was sitting on the floor, forehead against his knees.
With a deep sigh, he just got up and threw himself on his bed. He was guessing
he wasn’t going to leave his room for a very long time. He kind of didn’t want
to look his brother in the eyes after that whole scene.
Back in the kitchen, Bro got over his first wave of complete and utter
astonishment and was now just twirling his fork around, not really intending to
keep on eating. He couldn’t do anything but think about what his younger
brother just said. Look good with that stuff.
Did he really consider and thought about such a thing? That was somewhat
unsettling and yet… so enthralling. It was, in one hand, an invitation to
actually make use of those things. On the other hand, talk about a completely
weird, out of place and uncomfortable situation. Did he really want to use his
younger brother as a sort ‘spring board’ to that?
He just kept moving his fork, looking at it while quietly thinking. Whatever he
decided, something had to be done about that. He wasn’t going to let Dave keep
himself locked up in his room forever, because he was guessing that was going
to happen if he didn’t intervene in any way.
***** Part 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     OK, part 2 is here. I know I told you guys this would be a two part
     thing, but then my need for exposition and plot development got out
     of control, again. So, here, have more of it before the inevitable
     smut.
Dave was still lying on his bed when he heard knocking on his door.
"Fuck off." Was all he said in response to that. He certainly wasn't in the
mood for chit chatting.
"Would you stop acting like a kid and answer to this damn door?" His brother
said on the other side, one of his hands on his hips.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that I couldn't act my age." Dave moved on the
bed, back turned to the door.
"We both know you are a whole lot more mature than that. Stop being ridiculous
and just open this fucking door. We need to talk." Bro knew that, if he wanted
to, he could obliterate that door and enter the room, but he wanted Dave to do
that by his how own volition.
"If you didn't notice we are already talking. Whatever you have to say I can
listen to you." It was quite clear it would take more than a few words to
change Dave's mind.
"Look, can you stop being stupid for only a split second and just fucking
realize that now both of us know some really embarrassing shit about each
other?" Bro leaned against the door, sighing to himself. "You told me I would
look good in cuffs, but you also found my 'box of perversion', so I think it's
a pretty damn good trade."
There was no answer from Dave, and his brother kind of expected that. He could
be really stubborn when he wanted to.
Bro moved away from the door, just in time to hear it being unlocked and to see
the knob turn.
"What you want?" Dave just partially opened his door, only enough for his face
to be visible through it.
"Stop being such a baby, Jesus Christ!" Bro rolled his eyes and shoved the
previously mentioned box through the door.
"Wha... WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU GIVING ME THIS?" Dave couldn't help but let the
door swing open as he gave a step back. He certainly didn't want to see that
box anytime soon, let alone having it shoved on his face.
"I'm not giving it to you, idiot." Bro just let the box fall on the floor.
"God, you are being such a drama queen about this."
"Drama queen? Bro, have you honestly forgot I'm a fucking 13-year old kid? I
shouldn't even imagine that box to exist." Dave looked around his room.
Anything not to make eye contact with his brother or look at that blasted box.
"Well, you already saw it, deal with it. There's no changing that. Now, stop
throwing a hissy fit and listen to me for two seconds, OK?" Bro grabbed Dave's
shoulders, making him look at him. "Look, I didn't forget that you are a kid,
and yes, it's my fault for not hiding my shit when I'm completely aware that
you are like, a little mouse, and needs to inspect every nook and cranny of
this apartment." He let go of the youngster's shoulders, but kept talking. "But
you wouldn't tell me you considered the thought of me using those things just
for a cheap laugh. You actually mean it, and that's why you are so pissed off,
right?"
"I'm pissed off at you being such bad at parenting."
"Low blow man. You are the first kid I ever took care of. Were you really
expecting me to know everything?"
"I don't know... You are good at everything else." Dave stuffed his hands on
his back pockets. Yes, he hated saying that out loud. Even if it was true. Even
if he believed his brother could do anything, saying it was never easy. Mostly
because he felt somewhat inferior.
"I'm not a fucking flawless God. We are here arguing exactly because I fucked
up, like anyone else does." Now it was Bro's turn to look around the room. His
reasons were different from embarrassment. He had no problem admitting to his
younger brother he messed up, especially when it was more than proven that he
did. It was because he didn't want to be a bad 'example' for him. "You
shouldn't regard me so highly."
"... I know. Hm, did you just come here to shove your box at me so then we can
stand around awkwardly or...?" Dave was having a hard time trying to figure out
just where his brother was going with that.
"Well, now that your tits are under control, I can say what I came here to do."
Bro couldn't believe how long it took for both of them to finally calm the fuck
down. Yes, he was aware that he wasn't 100% cool back there. After all, it was
quite hard to keep a calm and collected attitude under such circumstances. And
considering that he was actually building up a lot of courage to go through
with what he was about to suggest.
Although, he didn’t really count on Dave’s mind working a whole
lot faster than he anticipated.
“Wait… you aren’t considering the option of me being the
one ‘debuting’ those things, right? Because if that’s the
path you are planning to take I’m ready to go the complete opposite
direction.” Dave looked at his brother with a pretty clear look of
annoyance and a little bit of uncertainty on his face. “Look, I know
what I said back there was highly compromising, but I never said anything about
me being involved in it.”
“Alright, you got me.” Bro shrugged and let out an exasperated
sigh, picking up the box from the floor. “That was my ‘evil
plan’ all along. I guess that’s a little bit too much even for
out standards though. Well, at least now you aren’t going to stay locked
up in this room forever.” And with that said, he cracked an awkward
smile and turned to leave, but Dave called him before he could give the first
step.
“Hold on, you were seriously considering that? I was actually just
throwing that in the air for shits and giggles.” Dave lowered his
glasses a little to look at his brother more clearly. “Just how messed
up is your head anyway?”
“I suppose it’s a lot.” Bro wasn’t going to
deliberate about things, but there was something particularly exhilarating and
captivating about allowing his little brother going through with that. Maybe it
was solely due to the thrill of it being so wrong and twisted. Yeah, maybe he
was completely crazy in the head and should be locked up somewhere. “But
like you said, there’s really no reason for you to be involved in this.
Let’s just pretend this never really happened, OK?”
Turning to leave again, Bro was interrupted once more, this time by Dave
tugging on the back of his shirt.
“I guess that, maybe, I can put some ropes around you and we can call it
a day. I mean, it’s not like this can get any more weird and unnatural
than it already is.” Dave couldn’t help but look away again. It
was so bizarre that he was actually agreeing to that ridiculous plan. Still, he
would be lying if he said he wasn’t a tiny little bit interested about
that. Damn his curiosity. That thing was going to be the bane of his existence,
one of those days.
“Look, you don’t need to agree to this just ‘cause. I do
believe this can get a lot stranger.” And the reason for things getting
a lot more ‘eccentric’ were all pretty obvious, at least from
Bro’s point of view.
“Whatever…” Dave rolled his eyes and pulled the box from
his brother’s arms. “Can we get on with it before I change my
mind?” He said, placing the box in the bed and opening it up. At least
he felt a little bit more at ease about touching those things by knowing they
were never used before. Although, there was something else that made him stop
on his tracks before reaching into the box. “I… guess
you’ll have to give me a little guidance here.” Because Dave was
honestly a tad bit lost as to how the hell one starts such a process.
What those things were for, that was pretty self-explanatory, but a little bit
of good judgment while dealing with them would be welcome.
***** Part 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Finally, the smut part comes around. The ending is pretty terrible,
     but that's mostly to blame for my innability to write good endings
     for fics, unless I have an idea for it in advance >_>
     Anyway, I hope you peeps enjoyed this 'ride' as much as I did. I'll
     eventually work on another smut fic that isn't so long, but, hm, only
     time can tell really. For the time being, ENJOY.
That clearly was going to be a long, long night.
Dave turned after that to look at his brother, just to find him sitting on the
edge of his bed and removing his white shirt.
"Why the fuck are you taking off your shirt?" Dave asked, quickly starting to
regret all that.
"Look, it'll all look pretty dumb if I do this completely dressed. Let me at
least be shirtless. And you should start with the cuffs." Bro said in a tone of
voice that was almost a little bit too serious and clinical for that situation.
But Dave just rolled with that because taking it seriously sure beat turning
all that into a joke.
Taking the cuffs from the box, Dave looked at them for a moment before moving
towards his brother to put them on.
"You put it like this, and then you pull these flaps here to tighten it, OK?"
Bro gesticulated and pointed at that cuffs as he spoke, turning to place his
hands behind his back. He was taking all that so casually, that was actually
making Dave feel more comfortable.
"Like this?" He slipped the cuffs to his brother's wrists, pulling on where he
was told to. With a tug or two, Bro's wrists were tightly pressed together.
"Hmm... did I pull too much?"
"Nah, it's perfect. Now, you just get the flaps attached to the Velcro part."
Bro explained things the best way he could, considering the restraining of his
hands, and Dave followed those instructions accordingly. He was actually
surprised he got it right in the first try. That was a lot easier than he
thought.
"What now?" He asked, eyeing the box.
"If you don't mind having a little bit of work, get the rope, yes?" Bro was
actually starting to find that whole setting so bizarre, it was funny. And
watching his younger brother fetch the rope from the box almost eagerly made it
all that better.
What followed was a somewhat long explanation on ways of tying up and types of
knots. If they were going through with that, Bro wanted to make sure his little
brother understood everything he could about that.
Dave just kept listening and nodding at his brother's words, paying a
ridiculous amount of attention to all that. The way he was treating all that so
casually made him more at ease and, admittedly, he was starting to get
fascinated by the prospect of using those knots and loops.
There was an explanation of a somewhat easy to follow tying up process that Bro
tried to explain step by step the best way he could, while Dave did his best to
understand and follow those. In the end, the result was a little bit loose
here, a little too tight there, but overall it was a success, with rope running
down Bro's torso and crossing down at his crotch, while pressing his arms
against the side of his body. He never experienced such a thing and it was a
little bit too overwhelming to be so restricted like that. And to think more
things were to come just made his nerves tingle in anticipation.
"Is it good?" Because, to be completely honest, Dave couldn’t tell if he
was doing it right, even if it did look somewhat ‘alluring’, from
his point of view.
“It’s, hm, pretty good for a first time.” Bro was actually
surprised by that. He definitely wasn’t expecting things to go down so
smoothly. He thought there would be endless complications, and that Dave would
end up messing with the ropes, they would have a few laughs… But, hell,
he did learn fast. “Anyway, just go grab the blindfold.”
Dave fetched the black blindfold from the box and proceeded to remove his
brother’s shades, throwing them carelessly somewhere on the bed.
“Hey, careful with those.” Bro said in an almost scolding tone.
He regarded those really highly and didn’t want them to break.
“Fine, fine…” Dave moved the shades from the bed to the
nearby table in the neatest way possible, and then proceeded to cover his
brother’s eyes with the blindfold. He moved back, taking a look at him
and he could feel that his cheeks were kind of flushing. That was quite the
sight to behold.
“OK, now i-” Bro started, but whatever he was about to say was
cut short by Dave’s lips upon his. Almost instantly, his shoulders
tensed and he didn’t really know what to do. That was highly unexpected,
strange and foreign. Wasn’t there a talk about only him being tied for a
while and then ‘calling it a day’? Being unable to see and move
his arms just helped to make that whole thing even more out of place and
still… there was something strangely nice about all that. So much that
he felt his shoulders relax considerably, and rather quickly too, as he more or
less allowed himself to lie on the bed, when Dave pushed him.
It was rather uncomfortable to lie down on top of his arms, but Bro disregarded
that thought soon enough, when he felt Dave's tongue sliding between his lips.
If his arms were free, he would actually try to push his little brother away,
because it occurred to him that was definitely Dave's first kiss, and, well,
what a way to mess up such a significant step of his life.
Dave didn't really mind though. If he did, he wouldn't be the one giving the
first step towards that. When their tongues finally touched, there was a pause
on Dave's side, both out of uncertainty and out of genuine nervousness. That
would probably be a pretty lousy kiss, but he dismissed that thought as quickly
as he could and went on with it.
Yes his tongue moved in the most erratic way possible, and he might have bit
his brother's lips a little bit too strongly once or twice, and there was
definitely too much saliva involved in that. But both of them pretty much
decided to ignore that. During the kiss, Dave had his hands placed against his
brother's torso, feeling his breathing and the way his heart-rate was rising.
That was somewhat reassuring.
When the kiss was over, Dave moved away from Bro slightly, hands still against
his chest as he looked down on him. His brother couldn't see him staring at his
face quite intently, and maybe that was for the best. In a bit of a hurry, Dave
reached for the box once again, rummaging through the contents until he found
the jawbreaker gag. That was such an amusing thing, he just couldn't ignore it.
Bro heard it as Dave took the wrapper from the gag and didn't really have to
ask what his younger brother was up to. When he felt his cap being taken off,
followed by an index finger placed on his chin, he promptly opened his mouth,
and as expected the candy was placed between his teeth. He should try to find a
way to tell Dave that he tied that gag too tightly. He should, if he gave a
fuck that is. It actually felt great to feel that leathery strip pressing
against his cheeks like that.
Looking through the box one more time, Dave got the riding crop from it and
pretty much kicked the box to the floor to give them more space. He sat on
Bro's crotch and looked down at him, licking his lips in clear anticipation as
he ran the tip of the crop from his brother's neck to his navel.
With a shiver running down his spine, Bro knew all too well just what Dave had
in hand, and his whole body shuddered. He didn't know his little brother would
have such a clear sense of 'dominance' in him. That certainly made things a lot
easier on his end. Still, it didn't make things seem more normal. Although, it
wasn't like Bro hadn't gave normality the middle finger by that point.
Suddenly, there was a stinging pain on his left arm, resulting from the very
first hit of the crop. That certainly was something. Another hit followed, this
time around his waist. Bro couldn't help but groan against the gag, his tongue
scraping against its sugary surface. Meanwhile, his hands were kind of burning
from all the pressure that was being put on top of them, but he would be lying
if he didn't say he was genuinely enjoying that mild 'torture'.
As for Dave, he was tantalized by that sight. Watching his older brother's face
gradually flush, the sounds from his mouth being muffled by the gag, and his
slight shuddering... All that was way more interesting than it should be. He
kept on tracing Bro's skin with the crop, hitting him at random places, as he
almost unconsciously ground against his brother's crotch.
More dampened noises and words followed as Bro began to feel his hands going
somewhat numb. He tried to squirm around a little, hoping to dismiss that
feeling, all the while allowing his hips to move ever so slightly in response
to Dave's own actions. And he could already feel his jeans getting tighter. To
be able to listen to his brother's groaning and panting, but not being able to
see his face as he did so was exciting and frustrating.
The grinding and the hitting went on for a while, with Dave feeling his
brother's erection grow under his hips. He pressed them against Bro even
stronger, his free hand tugging on his belt in an almost teasingly manner. And
then he moved away from his brother.
Bro didn't have to wonder for too long just what drove his younger brother to
do that, as he heard the clicking of a belt being undone and the sound of a
zipper being pulled down. Only the mental image of Dave taking off his jeans
was enough to make his body tremble. He also heard him kick of his shoes and,
soon enough, he was back on top of him again.
With a certain dose of desperation, Dave discarded the crop and his hands
proceeded to work on Bro's belt. He undid it and pulled it off the fastest way
he could, proceeding to unzip his jeans and pulling down his underwear as much
as the ropes allowed him to. But it was enough to draw his brother's cock from
under the fabric. Dave softly trailed it with the tip of his index finger, from
the head to the base, before moving to align his hips to his brother’s
once again.
An abrupt tingle of utmost guilt crossed Bro’s mind. Basically, he was
being Dave’s ‘first everything’ and, fuck, that was the
most unnatural scenario for such a thing to happen. He pulled on the cuffs
holding his wrist and mumbled behind the gag. Most of his mind was suddenly set
at halting that, somehow, with his conscience weighting on him more than ever.
Although, it soon got terribly hard to focus on his remorse, when Dave’s
hips started to move against his, his considerably smaller erection pressing
against his as he pulled on the ropes keeping him restrained. He kind of hated
himself for feeling so fine in response to that. Suddenly, giving
‘normalcy’ the middle finger didn’t look like such a good
idea, in retrospect.
While Bro’s head what filled with doubt and guilt, Dave’s
thoughts were steering quite clear from whatever sense of shame that could
arise from a situation like that. Blame it on the novelty of the situation, or
on his rampant teenage hormones, or even on the thoughts he ended up nurturing
during that whole week after first spotting that box. No matter what the reason
was, guilt wasn’t among the plethora of things he was feeling. There was
arousal, satisfaction, excitement and a small dose of nervousness, but not even
a single hint of regret.
After a while though, Bro’s thoughts of guilt started to subdue. There
wasn’t much of a point to dwell on those, when it was pretty clear that
his younger brother didn’t seem to give a damn about that. Listening to
Dave’s ragged breath and whispery cursing as he moved against him
certainly helped to put his mind ‘at ease,’ for the lack of a
better expression.
The pulling on the ropes became gradually more intense as Dave tried to
‘stabilize’ his body to grind his hips forward fast and
completely out of pace. At some point he had a plan to raise the rhythm of his
movements gradually, but he pretty much threw that out of the window when his
whole body started to ask for more, a lot faster than he anticipated.
Less than a minute passed until Dave finally reached his climax, letting out a
broken moan, fingers tensing, as his breath was cut short for a split second.
It was less than a minute, but it felt a lot longer for him. One of his hands
let go of the roped and trailed down, fingers soon wrapping around his
brother’s cock. He was still hard, but just looking at his face was
enough to tell him he was about to reach his breaking point.
And he was far from wrong with that assumption. Bro felt his body arch forward
in response to that unexpected touch, groaning and throwing his head back as
those thin fingers moved up and down. His hands were long numb and he
didn’t really feel them anymore, but would have the chance to deal with
that soon enough. There were other more pressing matters at the moment.
The ropes crossing between his legs and pressing against his balls were to
blame for his delayed orgasm, but that was far from being a bad thing.
Although, like all good things, that also had to come to an end, eventually.
And after a few seconds, he finally came over his stomach, as a feeling of
extreme relief washed over his body.
Not too long after that, he felt Dave’s hands working behind his head to
take out the gag from his mouth. As soon as it was off, Bro breathed in and out
deeply. He could almost feel the red marks on his cheeks thanks to how tight
that was. And then his blindfold was removed.
It took a second or two for his eyes to adapt to the faint light of the room,
after dwelling in complete darkness for so long, but when they did, the sight
of his younger brother on top of him, hair slightly messed up, panting
slightly, with sweat running down his face, as he still had his t-shirt on but
nothing from waist down… Yeah, that was quite the sight to behold, and
he kind of cursed the blindfold mentally, because he missed the obvious visual
spectacle Dave put up.
The ropes were soon taken off from Bro’s body, along with the cuffs,
leaving countless red markings all over it and, damn, his hands were weighting
a ton. It would take a while until the blood flow would go back to them. Not a
problem though. He wasn’t going anywhere, because Dave pretty much
crashed against his body, looking pretty worn out by that. He would run his
fingers through his younger brother’s messy hair, if they weren’t
tingling so much. That would have to wait.
Dave buried his face against his brother’s neck, with his heart beats
still quite high, but his breathing way more under control. Realization was
downing on him very, very slowly, and all the regret and shame he didn’t
feel before, he was sure to feel the next morning. But he was going to worry
about that feeling when it came around. For the time being, he was just going
to close his eyes and try to drift into sleep. That probably wasn’t
going to work though.
As for Bro, he kept trying to move his hands and fingers, trying to get them
out of their numbed state, while wrapping one of his arms around his younger
brother. That small hint of guilt dared to come back for a moment or two, but
he did his best to dismiss that thought. That was a pretty flawless moment and
he wanted to keep it like that. He would have plenty of time to feel bad about
it the following week.
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