Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/4613115. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: ダイヤのA_|_Daiya_no_A_|_Ace_of_Diamond Relationship: Kominato_Haruichi/Kominato_Ryousuke Character: Kominato_Haruichi, Kominato_Ryousuke Additional Tags: Intercrural_Sex, Oral_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Sibling_Incest, Incest, Plot What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot Stats: Published: 2015-08-20 Words: 1228 ****** Like Silk, Like Heat ****** by Toilette Summary I'm a toilet, nice to meet you Kominatocest PWP Hiiii I'm sorry this is a bit all over the place ahuhu Notes See the end of the work for notes “How does it feel, Haruichi?” Ryosuke’s voice carries over the too loud sound of Haruichi’s panting. He opens his mouth to form some sort of response— “In your own words, tell me.” The smooth steadiness of his brother’s words sends a chill down his spine. “Nn—good…” He manages finally. “What’s good?” Haruichi’s throat closes on the beginning of a moan, and he doesn’t need to look behind him to know that he’s being watched, a careful, cool gaze on the place where Ryosuke’s dick slides wetly underneath Haruichi’s. He feels the graze of a zipper as Ryosuke brings his hips flush against the back of Haruichi’s thighs. He wonders what this must look like- Haruichi, completely naked, bent over a table, legs shaking as a fully clothed Ryosuke slides the head of his cock teasingly between his thighs. He folds his arms around his face and takes a ragged breath. “Haruichi.” Ryosuke’s voice comes cool as ever. “Feels wet…and h-hot…” Haruichi’s cheeks are burning, and he’s trembling down to his toes- “Feels like I’m melting…” “Mm, really?” Ryosuke angles his hips upward, sliding his hands lightly down Haruichi’s sides. “You’re shaking a lot. I can feel it really well.” “Aniki…” Haruichi loves this. He can barely speak, yet Ryosuke sounds just like he always does: nonchalant, teasing. “Aniki, I want…” He bites down on his wrist, readjusting his footing and pushing backwards against Ryosuke. He hears Ryosuke’s breath catch behind him and feels his heart leap—he wants to make his brother feel good- he wonders if he’ll be allowed to. “Turn around.” Haruichi eagerly does as he’s told. A hand eases him onto his knees, and he’s brought to eye level with Ryosuke’s cock. He tilts his head upward, assuming a comfortable position on his haunches. He loves when he can do this—when it’s easy to tell what Ryosuke wants- what will make him happy. Haruichi opens his mouth wide, laying his tongue flat over his teeth. He looks up expectantly, palms on his thighs. Ryosuke smiles, running a hand through Haruichi’s hair, pushing his long bangs back. He gives a small nod—the permission Haruichi was waiting for. He leans forward, pushing his mouth down on as much dick as he can—all the way until he feels pressure at the front of his throat- and he keeps going.Ryosuke’s composure wavers, his grip tightening in Haruichi’s hair. “God…” He hears him mutter. Saliva floods Haruichi’s mouth- he’s good at this, he’s pretty sure. He’s practiced a lot. He braces his hands on his knees, and pulls back slowly. Haruichi’s extremely conscious of how wet everything is- the cooling pre-come on the inside of his thighs, his own neglected dick- the fluid spilling from the corners of his mouth despite his best efforts to swallow it all— But he’s good at this- at least, the way Ryosuke bites his lip at every swirl of Haruichi’s tongue makes it seem so. Haruichi swallows around the head of his cock, and Ryosuke positively groans- long and drawn out and deep. He pulls off to catch his breath, bouncing a bit on his thighs. His hips move involuntarily, desperately searching for some kind of friction- but he won’t, he won’tworry about anyone other than Ryosuke right now. A gentle tug of his hair eases Haruichi’s mouth back over Ryosuke’s length, and this time he can feel his pulse on his tongue as he deep throats him once more. “Haruichi—” Ryosuke gives a strained warning- and he continues in earnest, lips slicking wetly over heated flesh. His nose brushes Ryosuke’s zipper once, twice— “Ngh—!!”Haruichi grunts at the sudden grip of hair at the back of his head, but Ryosuke is shoving forward and down, completely cutting him off. On reflex, he tries to pull back, but he’s being held tightly in place— Ryosuke’s coming, hot and sharp at the back of his throat- Haruichi’s eyes begin to water, but he does his best to swallow, concentrating on breathing through his nose. After a moment Ryosuke’s grip goes slack at last and Haruichi flops backwards, gasping. He coughs a few times, wiping at his eyes. “Sorry…” “S’okay, you caught me by surprise is all.” Ryosuke helps Haruichi up, but he sways unsteadily and catches himself on the desk behind him. He smiles sheepishly, realizing he’s still hard. “Umm, I can take care of this, so,” His voice sounds hoarse, throat raw from exertion. Ryosuke begins readjusting his shorts and smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt. In a moment, he’s perfectly collected—as if he’d just walked in the door. He smiles, tilting his head expectantly. “Well? Take care of it.” Haruichi’s mouth falls open, as if he wants to respond, as if he could. Ryosuke’s eyes are on him, watching him with that cool smile, and despite his embarrassment, he reaches for his dick. “No, Haruichi. Not there.” Haruichi’s attention snaps back to his brother’s face. Ryosuke looks amused, but his tone carries mock exasperation. “Ani--?” Haruichi doesn’t know what he wants. Ryosuke laughs under his breath, as if Haruichi should already know. “Your fingers, of course.” Haruichi shivers. “Oh.” Haruichi slides further hesitating back until he’s half-laying on the desk, propped up on one elbow. He glances at Ryosuke again, ever so slightly before he raises and spreads a smooth leg to the side. “Good boy, Haruichi.” He hears him purr. Inwardly, Haruichi supposes it’s a bit too late for embarrassment, so he reaches between down to circle himself with a finger. He pushes inside, breathing out to help himself relax. Just like I do it when I’m alone,he thinks. Only he’s not alone. Ryosuke’s hands are folded behind his back, but his eyes haven’t left Haruichi even for a moment. “Don’t touch yourself, Haruichi. I want to watch you come on just your fingers.” The words push a breathy exhale out through Haruichi’s lips- and he bites down on them, curling his finger deeper inside. “It’s tight, right? I haven’t fucked you in a while.” He whimpers, hips jerking. “I miss it, Haruichi. You’re so hot and smooth inside. Do you feel it?” Haruichi feels heat spread like liquid down his chest, but he nods, mouth wet and open. He’s added a finger, and is thrusting and twisting them into himself. His thoughts are halfway flashing away to bits and pieces of- Ryosuke’sfingers inside him- but he’s halfway here, too, because Ryosuke’s here, and he’s watching Haruichi with an expression like he’ll never look away. “When I’m inside you, you squeeze so tightly around me.” Haruichi curls his wrist in, reaching deeper, wanting more- He’s panting shallowly, a fresh sheen of sweat cooling on his forehead, plastering his bangs down and exposing his eyes. His pupils are blown, dark and unfocused. He’s rubbing over his prostate with every pass of his fingertips, and his whole body jerks with it- “Haruichi…Haruichi, I love you like this.” Ryosuke’s soft voice carries clear amidst rushing of blood in his ears, and he’s tipping, crashing, the pleasure washing over him, setting his nerves aflame. He’s moaning through trembling lips as he comes, because it’s too much, too tender, not right for this moment where he feels wrecked. Before his mind blanks, he meets Ryosuke’s eyes, open and full of light, full of heat. “Aniki…”   End Notes I'm sorry this is my first porn that I've ever posted and it's fcuking kominatocest im ssOry Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!